Nothing Worse Than An Angry Tree

Lynvarr eyed the creepy forest. The weather had been lovely when he'd entered. A clear blue sky with not a single cloud in view but now that he was deep in the forest he could see little of the sky. Mist rolled lightly along at his feet and the thick growth made the forest tricky to navigate. Lyn was keenly aware that he could get lost in here. Padding over to a nearby tree he stood on his hind legs and scratched at the surface, digging marks into the bark so he could remember where he'd been. He'd just settled back down onto his hind legs when a branch crashed and struck the ground nearby. Lynvarr jumped and scowled. He looked up to see a little black squirrel staring down at him. It's tail wiggled and it darted off. He would be glad to get out of this place.